[ Granted, there had been a little mention of doing something to tire him out but Aomine just wants to go back to sleep.
He grumbles quietly as Jian Yi makes himself comfortable practically on top of him and he lets out a sigh, steeling himself for a night of half of his body going numb. ]
[ He's still talking. Aomine lets out a sigh as he stares upward at the ceiling, his eyebrows creasing together slightly at the question. Slept with? ]
Do you mean, like, slept with? Or slept with?
[ Because those are two way different conversations. ]
[Jian Yi can't see Aomine's face - and really he doesn't care to. He'll just scoot a little closer to his bedmate, pressing the crown of his head into the other's arm to steal some of his warmth.]
Like... a time your dick was out. [His own crude explanation makes him laugh.]
[ This is... weird. Not terrible, maybe, but it's definitely weird. He's never cuddled anyone, and he isn't about to make a habit out of it, but he can get why people might like it. ]
I dunno. Few days ago, probably?
[ He hasn't exactly been marking the calendar on the days he gets laid, you know.
And also it's probably not accurate. He hasn't been putting himself out there as much as he thought he would. ]
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But that's fine, Jian Yi flops sideways, laying half across Aomine with his head resting in the crook of his neck.]
Mmmn, I can't yet. You just got here... [A small, petulant little kick that thuds on the covers.]
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[ Granted, there had been a little mention of doing something to tire him out but Aomine just wants to go back to sleep.
He grumbles quietly as Jian Yi makes himself comfortable practically on top of him and he lets out a sigh, steeling himself for a night of half of his body going numb. ]
To sleep, I mean.
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A little chatter and he'll probably nod off with ease.
Right now, he's still too happy to have company to settle down.] Yeah, yeah... but!
First, tell me about the last person you slept with. [Time to swap stories - a requirement of all real sleepovers.]
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[ He's still talking. Aomine lets out a sigh as he stares upward at the ceiling, his eyebrows creasing together slightly at the question. Slept with? ]
Do you mean, like, slept with? Or slept with?
[ Because those are two way different conversations. ]
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Like... a time your dick was out. [His own crude explanation makes him laugh.]
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I dunno. Few days ago, probably?
[ He hasn't exactly been marking the calendar on the days he gets laid, you know.
And also it's probably not accurate. He hasn't been putting himself out there as much as he thought he would. ]
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So he just slings a leg up over Aomine's waist.]
Oh?? Oh? Who were you with? Was he nice? [Assumes a man because... that's been his norm.]